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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.