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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.