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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.