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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.