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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.