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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Zapp,
EPMD,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.