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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.