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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.