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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.