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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.