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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.