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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.