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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.