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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.