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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.