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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.