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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.