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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.