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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.