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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.