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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.