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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
cv313,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.