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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.