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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.