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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 New Order to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.