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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.