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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.