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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.