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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.