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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
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The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.