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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.