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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.