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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.