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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.