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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.