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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.