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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.