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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.