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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Nas,
Josef K,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.