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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.