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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Q65,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.