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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.