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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Kayak,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Move,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.