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 France and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.