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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.