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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.