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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.