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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.