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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.