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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.