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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.