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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.