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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Slave,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.