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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.