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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.