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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.