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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.