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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.