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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.