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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.