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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.