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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Crime,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.