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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Television,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.