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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.