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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.