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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.