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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.