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 Mali 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.