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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.