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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.