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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.