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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.