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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.