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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.