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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.