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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.