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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.