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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.