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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.