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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.