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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.