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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.