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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.