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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.