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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Magma,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.