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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.