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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.