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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.