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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.