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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.