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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.