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 Iran and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.