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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.