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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.