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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.