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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.