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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.