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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Section 25,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.