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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.