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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.