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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.