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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ronan to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.