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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.