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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.