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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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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.