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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.