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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.