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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.