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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.