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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.