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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.