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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.