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 Japan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.