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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.