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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.