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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.