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 France 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.