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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Section 25,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.