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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Wings,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.