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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.