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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.