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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 UT to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Swans,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.