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 Portugal 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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.