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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.