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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.