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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.