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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.