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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.