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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.