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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.