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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Index,
UT,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.