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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.