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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.