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 Angola and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.