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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.