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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.