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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.