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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.