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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
10cc,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.