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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.