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 Romania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.