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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Index,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
AZ,
Nas,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.