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 Djibouti 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.