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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.