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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.