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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.