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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.