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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Pole,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.