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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Wings,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.