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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.