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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Scion,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.