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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.