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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.