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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
X-102,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.