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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.