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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.