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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.