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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.