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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.