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 Pakistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.