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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Crime,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.