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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.