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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.