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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.