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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.