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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Smog,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.