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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.