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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.