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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.