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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.