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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.