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 Guatemala 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 United States of America 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.