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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.