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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.