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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Television,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.