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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.