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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.