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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.