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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.