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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.