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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.