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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.