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 Chad and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.