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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.