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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.