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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Monks,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.