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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.