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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.