Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.