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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas 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?
Deakin,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.