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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.