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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Television to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.