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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.