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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.