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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Urselle,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.