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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.