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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.