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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.