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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.