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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.