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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.