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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.