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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Index,
The Wake,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.