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 India and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.