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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.