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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.