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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.