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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.