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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.