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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.