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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.