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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.