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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Organ,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.