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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.