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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.