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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.