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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.