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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.