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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.