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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Index,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.