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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.