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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Swans,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.