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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.