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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.