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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.