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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.