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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.