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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
UT,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.