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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.