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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Godley & Creme 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
the Association,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.