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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.