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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.