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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.