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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.