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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Slave,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.