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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Faraquet,
Index,
Subhumans,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.