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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.