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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.