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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.