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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.