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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Qualms,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.