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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.