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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.