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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Pole,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.