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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
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.