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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.