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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.