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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.