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 China 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.