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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.