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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
AZ,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Erasure,
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.