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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.