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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.