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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.