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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.