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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.