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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.