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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.