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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.