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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.