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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Index,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.