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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Names to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.