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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Crime,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.