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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.