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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Roxette,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.