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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.