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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.