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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.