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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.