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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.