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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.