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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.