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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Swans,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.