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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Nico,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.