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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.