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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.