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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.