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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.