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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.