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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.