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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Visage,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.