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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.