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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.