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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.