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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.