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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.