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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Fear,
The Move,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.