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 Norway 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.