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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.