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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.