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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacques Brel 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.