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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.