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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Delta 5,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.