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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.