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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.