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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.