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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.