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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.