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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.