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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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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.