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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.