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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.