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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
UT,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.