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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.