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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.