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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.