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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.