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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Japan,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.