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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.