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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.