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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.