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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.