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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.