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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.