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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.