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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.