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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.