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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.