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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.