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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.