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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Misunderstood 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.