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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.