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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.