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 Sierra Leone 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.