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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken 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 grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.