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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.