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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.