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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.