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 Austria 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
UT,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.