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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.