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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.