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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.