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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.