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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.