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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Wings,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.