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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.