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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.