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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.