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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.