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 Australia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.