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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.