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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.