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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.