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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.