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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.