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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.