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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.