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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.