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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Nas,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.