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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.