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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.