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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
10cc,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.