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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.