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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Wings,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.