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 New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.