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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Simply Red 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
X-102,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.