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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Victims,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.