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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.