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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
ABC,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Television,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.