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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.