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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.