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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Organ,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.