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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.