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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
JFA,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.