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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.