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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.