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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.