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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.