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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.