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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.