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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.