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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.