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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Faust,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.