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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.