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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.