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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.