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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.