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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.