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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.