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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.