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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.