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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.