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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.