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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.