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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.