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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.