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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.