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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.