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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
UT,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.