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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.