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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Slick Rick,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.