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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
New Order,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.