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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.