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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.