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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.