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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.