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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.