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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Slave,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.