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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.