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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.