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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.