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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.