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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.