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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.