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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Scion,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.