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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.