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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.