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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.