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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.