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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.