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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.