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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.