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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.