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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.