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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.