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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.