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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
UT,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.