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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.