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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.