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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.