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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.