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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.