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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.