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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.