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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.