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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Move,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.