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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
JFA,
Mars,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.