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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.