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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.