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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.