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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.