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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.