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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.