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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Wire,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.