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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.