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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.