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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.