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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.