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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.