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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Neu!,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.