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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.