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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.