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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
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.