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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Franke,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.