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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 New Order 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.