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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.