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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.