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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.