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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.