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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.