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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.