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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.