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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Index,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
cv313,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.