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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.