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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.