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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
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N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.