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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.