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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.