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 Mauritania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.