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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Nas,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.