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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.