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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.