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 Somalia and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Television,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.