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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
ABC,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.