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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.