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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
UT,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.