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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.