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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.