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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.