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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.