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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.