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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.