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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.