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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
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.