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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.