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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.