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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.