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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.