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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.