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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.