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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.