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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.