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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.