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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.