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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.