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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.