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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.