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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.