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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.