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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.