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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.