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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.