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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
the Human League,
June Days,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.