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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.