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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.