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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Shoche,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.