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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.