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 Laos 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.