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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.