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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.