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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Pole,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.