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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.