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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.