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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.