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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.