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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.