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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.