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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Franke,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.