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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.