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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Wings,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.