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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.