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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Cure,
The Sound,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.